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On Football Car Parking
Do you want your car looking after, sir? During the match, sir? Only half a crown, sir? Not to bother, son. I’ve a dog. See? Ah yeah! That’s a great big dog, sir Fierce too, I bet. His name’s Vicious, if you need a clue Yep, he looks like a smart dog Tell me, sir →
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In Snow
Wind whisked flurries White blotches spatter bared skin Bathers sink in mist . n.b. Lavey Les Bains is always worth a visit in winter. The hot springs are an enlivening experience on a frosty morning, with steam clouds rising into clear blue skies above the looming mountains from the waters. The experience is even more →
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Travelling Light
When you’ve been apart Meeting up is a challenge Just take essentials . CLP 01/02/2020 →
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January Road Trip (XXXIII)
Sun climbs hill, blesses Cathedral, castle, city Pink cherry blossom . n.b. Lincoln: this ancient city is built on an escarpment edge above the River Witham, (which it now envelopes). To the north the land falls steadily toward the Humber Estuary; to the east the land gradually flattens toward the German Sea beyond Boston and →
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January Road Trip (XXXII)
Thursday night, Hertford The White Horse and dominoes An innocent spot . n.b. The White Horse, Hertford is a Real Ale pub. No juke box, no pool table. Log fire. Just people talking over pints and playing dominoes in a half-serious-not-serious kind of way. Passing the evening reminiscing about cricket, former club-mates, opponents and favourite →
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January Road Trip (XXVIII)
Gradual return Known places, faces, routines Landing gear engaged . n.b. Runway lights in view. Lining up the nose, entering the approach path. Tray in upright position, seatbelt on. Hoping for a smooth landing back in reality. . CLP 29/01/2020 →
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January Road Trip (XXVI)
Dress of Wedding White Delectable curves fill cloth Sun casts confetti . n.b. I witnessed stunning views whilst travelling through the Southern Uplands this morning. The white hills, dark clouds with Sun breaking through dropping more snow in curtains. A delicate show of light and shade was daubed onto the rounded terrain of south-west Scotland.… →
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January Road Trip (XXV)
Precipitation Blurs lamplight, falls silent, slow Spreads fresh white blanket . n.b. Travelling today will be no picnic. CLP 28/01/2020 →
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January Road Trip (XXIV)
Mooring bollards wait As tides, seasons, decades pass Hope for ships’ return . n.b. Glasgow’s quayside has been almost totally cleared. What next? The rusting bollards, like mariners’ widows in denial, still wait by the dock scanning the horizon for signs of home-coming sails. . CLP 27/01/2020 →